Chapter 52

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The Heavenly Wolf Claw is a divine innate technique of the Demonic Wolf clan, naturally attuned to the Dao of absolute Yin, manifesting only the illusory glow of a demonic moon without a trace of the claws themselves.

Seizing this hard-earned opportunity to eliminate Lily and teach Bai Yujing a harsh lesson, Kylo Ren held nothing back. Unleashing the full extent of his Force, he wielded his aurora broadsword with sweeping, powerful motions, the crimson Sith lightsaber blazing exceptionally bright within the somewhat gloomy tribal encampment.

To his surprise, after acquiring a B-rank skill from the hound, Gao Xiande actually received a system prompt.

"We must never bring shame upon the Head Instructor!" Morale soared among the crowd. Having been relentlessly drilled through inhuman training methods by Li Ba for over a month, they had finally waited for an opportunity to prove themselves tonight, and everyone was eager to step up.

"Could it be because you and Park Shin-hye are still considered strangers?" Lee Qri said hesitatingly.

Though Huzhou lay within the interior of the Great Xia, it was the closest territory to Yuezhou and had once served as the frontline against the incursions of the Northern Hu. The fact that it had stood unfallen through years of relentless cavalry assaults by the Northern Hu demonstrated that its lands were guarded by some of the most formidable and proud elite soldiers in the entire realm of Great Xia.

The Spring Festival Gala, which once started as a program eagerly anticipated by the entire nation, had now transformed into a massive roast fest. Across the entire internet, people complained that the gala was terribly run, hard to watch, and utterly formulaic. Yet despite all this, it remained a show that the whole country would still tune in to watch.

As long as this puzzle and suspicion remained unsolved, it would become a knot in their hearts, making it impossible for the three of them to fully trust Liu Heng. Frowning and pondering deeply, Liu Heng realized that since the three of them already knew the two great secrets of his sect and cultivation arts, the secret of the mud-monkey seemed hardly worth hiding anymore.

Speaking in unison, they went back and forth. The initial dispute over whether physical appearance or vocal talent mattered more was now cast aside as both of them turned their weapons toward her instead.

As fellow men of the military, Zheng Shilin similarly understood the significance of returning to the army to report on duty. With nothing to do at the moment, he simply inquired out of sheer curiosity.

Furthermore, the media would indulge in wild speculation, searching far and wide to find a few unlucky souls to feature in their reports.

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Therefore, in the hearts of these people, Qin Xian'er held a much heavier weight. However, when they laid eyes on Ye Bai, they felt a sense of bewilderment. Despite carefully probing Ye Bai's cultivation realm, they could detect absolutely nothing.

I returned to Zhang Wuxing's side holding my drink, placed one of the bottles on the railing, and opened the other to begin drinking.

Upon learning that Ma Mingshu was a grand cultivator ranked thirty-eighth on the Kunlun Divine Monarchs Roll, the onlookers were filled with unwavering confidence. With someone ranked thirty-eighth in Kunlun stepping up, why would anyone fear failing to obliterate that Qin Taixuan?

Because the financial warfare between Wall Street and Hong Kong had shifted from a blitzkrieg into a protracted war of attrition.

The man was dressed in a reddish-brown martial arts outfit and possessed a tall and sturdy build. As he walked, he leaned backward with his feet kicking about carelessly, exuding an utterly roguish and dissolute air. His eyes were brimming with lechery, unhesitatingly roaming over Wu Cuicui's chest with the look of a starving wolf that had stalked the earth for centuries suddenly stumbling upon a helpless sheep.

Fortunately, however, this Master Ye seemed to have no intention of holding a grudge against him, and the boulder that had been weighing heavily on Mo Shouzhuo's heart was finally put down.

I dragged my mother's corpse, struggling frantically through the water to swim toward the place with light. Yet my body, driven by the primal instincts of extreme oxygen deprivation, began to gasp for air, only for the fluid filling my lungs to be not air at all, but entirely water.

For instance, Yun Min, Baiyue, and Menghaha had already coordinated their plans. Yun Min and Baiyue would decline participation in the martial tournament on the grounds that their incoming envoys were unskilled in martial arts, while Menghaha would send only a single battle-hardened warrior to thwart the Japanese experts at the critical moment.

Could it truly be that I had suffered too severe a blow, and that all of this was merely a product of my own imagination and fabrication?

However, the moment he attempted to dispel the "Concealment," the black dragon's emotions underwent a second massive fluctuation on the battlefield today. He discovered that no matter how hard he urged his murderous intent, his battle aura remained completely motionless. He could neither break free from the state of "Concealment" nor enter the Battle Soul mode any further.

The searing gaze of the True Lord Erlang instantly took a sharp turn, piercing fiercely into Huang Jiexi's face. Having fallen from immortality into demonhood, Huang Jiexi had long since mastered the philosophy that "to adapt to circumstances is the mark of a wise man," and immediately put it into practice by tightly sealing her lips. Though her mouth was firmly shut, her defiant gaze still glared right back at him.

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The two of them were also looking coldly in his direction, and the roar demanding them to get lost had just been uttered by this tall young man.

He Yuting closed her eyes in contentment. What she did not know was that amidst the sharp, piercing alarms of the surrounding monitors, her breathing had stopped once more. And this time, her heart never beat again.

His tone was calm, devoid of any pleading or anger, as though he were simply chatting with a long-unseen veteran subordinate.

If this truly had been passed down by one's ancestors, it at most served as a token of remembrance. Now that the family was ruined and everyone was dead, what harm was there in handing this thing over?

This hound-strategy was not that kind of hound-strategy! It looked utterly ferocious! He Yuting stuck out her tongue in fright, silently reciting the anti-gay curse in her heart hundreds and thousands of times.

The pure white short sword was swiftly enveloped in an ink-black hue, and this darkness began to spread across Aioros's body, completely veiling his form. All his presence vanished, as if he no longer existed at all.

Li Liang's single remark instantly plunged everyone into silence. As soldiers, they could never distance themselves from the battlefield, yet they were expected to dodge bullets for the rest of their lives—it was simply too difficult.

"Brother Nan, starting today, you will live here." Feng Wanru closed the room's door and then cast a protective barrier all around the perimeter.

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